So this is from a story that I was reading, all the wonderful main ideas to the rightful owner.
"Okay, so we take him to another hospital." Hotch suggested as he headed for their vehicles.
"Not a good idea. Most doctors won't be able to resist the temptation to study Reid. After all, turning back time is a multimillion dollarbusiness." Rossi pointed out.
Hotch opened the back door of the black truck and carefully sat Reid on the seat, mulling over their options. Taking the blanket Morgan had retrieved from the trunk, he wrapped it around the toddler and then turned back to the others. "Alright, here's what we'll do. We'll keep it quiet for now. I'll take Reid to the hotel before anyone sees him like this. You three stay here and finish searching the premises. See if you can find an antidote for the poison or whatever Wasden's using. Just be careful. There's no telling what other kinds of traps he has lying in wait for us." The BAU leader warned as he fastened the seat belt around the youngest agent. "If the police ask, tell them the smoke caused Reid to have an asthma attack and that I took him back to the hotel. That should explain our leaving and any absences at the police station for a few days at least. Hopefully this will wear off before anyone gets suspicious."
"What are we going to do in the meantime? Reid can't go around dressed in an over sized shirt and nothing else." Prentiss pointed out.
"I'll call JJ. She can pick up some things for him and bring them to the hotel." Hotch replied. Pulling out his cell phone, he walked a short distance from the others and punched in JJ's number. "JJ, are you alone?"
"Just a minute" JJ whispered into her phone. After glancing around, she started screaming about a fire and ran across the main room of the police station and into the interrogation room they had been using as their headquarters. She repeatedly opened and closed the door screaming bloody murder before finally slamming it shut as hard as she could, scanned the area outside the room for potential problems, and then turned her attention back to her boss. "Okay, it's safe to talk now."
"JJ, I hate you so much right now we have to keep things quiet! REID TURNED INTO A LITTLE KID! Now I have to care for his sorry ass! Stupid, mother fucker." Hotch informed the media liaison.
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Pinching the bridge of his nose, Hotch sighed. "Fine, here" he conceded, handing the bag to the toddler. "Go in the bathroom and change. JJ and I will wait here."
"Thanks" Spencer said. Taking the bag from his boss, the boy toddled across the room, tripping numerous times. His feet didn't change size, now imagine a 2 year old with size 10 feet. Fucking disgusting right? Anyways, he basically trips across the living room, disappearing into the bathroom. Never to return again.
"Hotch, do you think…" JJ stopped as the other agent put a finger to his mouth. A few seconds later she heard a squeaked, "What?" just before something colorful flew out of the bathroom.
Spencer's head popped around the corner. "I am not weawing diapews!" he shouted, throwing daggers at the hotch with almost amazing accuracy.
"Reid you're a fucking psycho! AND! They're not diapers, Reid. They're pull-ups." Hotch corrected as he retrieved the tossed clothing and handed it back to the cross toddler. "And you are wearing them. You don't have a choice. They're the only kind of underwear made in your size besides diapers. Now you can either put them on yourself or I'll come in there and put them on you."
"You, you wouldn't" the young genius stammered.